I had jury duty for the first time today.
Actually, that's not quite right. It was more like "get-up-way-earlier-than-you're-used-to-and-go-all-the-way-to-freaking-Jamaica-and-wait-around-all-day" duty, but I doubt they'd get much of a crowd if they put that on the summons. (Plus, they would have had to use a much smaller typeface.)
I was kind of hoping I'd get picked for a jury, but as it turned out, they picked no one...called no names and empaneled no juries. New York was evidently seized today by a sudden spate of concord, goodwill, and amity. (Either that, or it was a warmish Friday during Rosh Hashanah and no one felt like being at the courthouse.)
It was pretty painless, actually -- the court officer in charge of the central jury room was very cool, with a dry, understated, witty sense of humor, which really got everyone in a good mood. (When they excused us at the end of the day, people were laughing, joking with each other, and saying "see you in six years!" It was the closest I've ever been to one of those "Metropolitan Diary" columns in the Times.) And they showed us fine cinematic entertainment! First up was a video, hosted by Ed Bradley and Diane Sawyer, about how juries were the best system around and so much better than trial by ordeal. (Though wouldn't you want to see, say, Martha Stewart bound and tossed in a pond to see if she sank and was therefore innocent? C'mon, admit it.) Then, after the 22-minute commercial for Our Jury System (tm), we were treated to "Sweet Home Alabama" , got a nice long lunch break, and then saw "Mr. Mom." Fortunately I had a book. A big long book. And I got through 138 pages of it, plus the Times and Daily News. And I didn't have to work today.
So why do I have to wait six years to be called again? Heck, I'd do it every couple of weeks if I had the chance.
(In other news, Blogfucker is back.)